Death, My Friend Poem by Brian Hairbottle

The tunnel is long and dark
who will ever want a cripple? ?
Why would they not leave me to die? ?
Why must my life be a battle? ?

Those who are caring for me
have come to see and feel, I am not free,
They give me encouragement and love
for they want my wreck of a body to move

They are like angels of mercy
they hear my crying in the dark of night,
They see the tears that fill my eyes
Must I, .. Can I believe that it will be alright.

For long days and nights, I curse those
who are led to uphold a purpose,
To save the lives of the broken
to repair the unspoken.

WHY! ! WHY! l I cry
did they not leave me to die,
My life is not worth all the effort
Who, will ever love a cripple and bring comfort
PLEASE, .. SOMEONE... ANYONE... end my misery.